A/N: Hello my friends! What is WitFit? WitFit is a writing challenge of sorts being hosted by Fictionista Workshop (www dot fictionistaworkshop dot com/witfit/introducing-witfit/). Each day of December they issue a new word prompt, picture, and/or scenario, and I (as well as others who are participating) are to develop a drabble, poem, one-shot, etc... based on one of the prompts given. The purpose of the challenge is to "styles, sharpen the ability to pair words and ideas, as well as stir our imagination." What I love most is that there is no pressure to submit a prompt entry if I haven't finished it, or didn't have time to write (though I'm challenging myself personally to submit something daily).

I will be posting my WitFit's here, raw and un-beta'd, with prompt dates and the scenarios or words I've chosen, beginning with Day 2. (Day 1 has turned into it's own project and will be posted as a separate one-shot when fully completed.)

I know, what the hell am I participating in a daily writing challenge for when I haven't even updated Teacher's Pet recently. I'm crazy, that's why. Fear not TP fans, I've not abandoned you and will be updating soon.

Dec. 2nd

Scenario: Your character is an amnesiac. Disoriented and confused, the character wakes up in an unknown house with fine furnishings, in strange clothing, holding an envelope with "DO NOT OPEN" written across the top. What happens next? Write your response in first-person narrative using present tense.

Genre: Mystery/Romance

Creative Original or Derivative (Fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s): M

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.

I dedicate this prompt to my Twi-Twin, Melooza. This gnome's for you, bb!

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Yawning, I roll over and pull the covers up to my chin. Normally I'm not one to roll over and go back to sleep once I've awoken, but I can't remember the last time I felt this comfortable. Besides, I haven't opened my eyes yet, so technically I'm still half asleep. I pull my legs up to my chest and begin to doze when a loud buzzing sound pierced my ears. Startled by the noise, I jump out of bed, rubbing my eyes and looking around the room for the source of the offensive sound. As the sleep haze lifts, I take in my surroundings.

What in the hell? This is not my room. Where the hell am I?

There is a massive four-poster bed in the center of the room which I had been sleeping in, which appears to be made in a mess of white silk sheets and several layers of blankets. At least a dozen pillows littered the bed, and I realize why I'd felt so comfortable sleeping. On the wall above the bed was a giant hand-painted portrait of an unfamiliar man, looking distinguished in a dark tailored suit. Oddly his unkempt bronze hair was in contrast to his dignified appearance, and I wonder why he hadn't done anything with his hair. Looking in the direction of the buzzing, I saw its source – a small digital alarm clock sitting on a mahogany roll top desk across the room. Quickly, I walk over and silence it, noticing two things the moment I did. The first was that I have a splitting headache, and I brought my fingers to my temples, only to discover an egg shaped bump just above my right temple as if I'd been hit in the head. Huh. That's strange. The other thing I notice is the small letter sized envelope sitting next to the alarm on the desk with, 'DO NOT OPEN' written boldly across it in red ink.

Looking around, I feel completely at unease. I don't recognize this room or anything inside of it, and what in the fuck was I wearing? I hadn't noticed my attire until now, but I was wearing light blue flannel pajamas with snowflakes and cutsie little snowmen in Santa hats; it was horrifying. I would never wear something like this. At least, I don't think I would. Would I? I try to think of what I usually wear to bed, but I strangely can't remember, in fact, I'm having trouble recalling anything prior to waking up in this strange room. Get a grip…um, SHIT! What's my name? Why can't I think of my name?

I touch the bump on the side of my head again. I must have really hit my head hard.

I look down at the desk, at the envelope tempting me in its red letters to open it. I realize it say's not to open it, but that's what makes it so tempting. Maybe it holds the answers to whom and where I am, and what might have happened to me.

I pick up the envelope and quickly rip it down the side, sliding out its contents.

What I see is not only unexpected, but it's even more confusing. A picture. More specifically it's a picture of a beautiful woman with long shiny brown curls, smooth creamy white skin and dark sparkling eyes, lying on the very bed I woke up in. And she was naked. Her body was… perfect. I study the picture, the swells of her breasts, her pink taut nipples, allowing my eyes to follow the curves of her body to the bare sex between her thighs. I feel myself begin to harden and quickly shove the picture back in the envelope, suddenly feeling like a pervert.

This is ridiculous. There must be an answer to all this.

I open the bedroom door and step into a long open hallway. I begin walking toward the staircase at the end of the hall, passing several doors, paintings and a wall table with a large bouquet of fresh flowers. As I reach the landing, I admire the huge crystal chandelier hanging from a dome like ceiling and then peer over the railing, down into an open foyer.

I can hear classical music floating through a set of open double doors and descend the stairs toward the room. Through the doors is what appears to be a sitting room. It has an antiquated feel about it with wall to ceiling mahogany bookshelves, filled with books – not a space available that I could see. The flooring was hardwood, less a single Persian rug that was centered in the room beneath chocolate leather couches and high backed chairs. There is a roaring fire in the fireplace, and above it, on the mantle, were two Christmas stockings.

Edward. Bella. They must be the owner's of this house…er, mansion.

In the corner of the room I notice the giant Christmas tree, only, instead of standing, it was lying on the floor, broken bulbs littered around it, and an overturned ladder lying next to it. A few feet away I see a red and white figure, and walk over to pick it up. It was hideous. An ugly gnome looking thing wearing a Santa hat. This just gets stranger and stranger.

I dropped the scary gnome thingy back on the floor and curious, walk over to a large gold framed mirror I see hanging on the wall. I'm surprised at my reflection.

Looking back at me is a familiar face, a face I had seen only moments before coming down here. I'm the man in the painted portrait in the room upstairs.

Does that mean this is my house? Am I rich? WHO. AM. I?!

"Edward! What are you doing out of bed? Carlisle said you need to rest."

I jump at the tinkling voice and turn around to find the woman from the picture in the envelope standing in front of me. Fully clothed. Damn.

"I'm sorry, do I know you? Do you know me? You called me Edward. Is that my name?"

The woman looked at me strangely, grabbing my chin in her hand and tilting my head to look at the bump on my temple. "Edward, are you okay? That's not funny. You're scaring me."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to scare you, but really, I don't know who you are or where I'm at."

"You must have hit your head harder than we thought." She mumbled, more to herself than to me. "Edward, this our house, and I am your wife, Bella. Are you sure you're not just screwing with me? Because if you are, I don't find it very funny."

I stare at her surprised; this beautiful creature was my wife?

"Bella? I'm not playing a joke. I wish I was. I can't remember anything before I woke up a few minutes ago upstairs in a strange bed. Do you know what happened to me?"

An odd expression swept across her face quickly before being replaced by with a sorrowful smile. "You fell off the ladder and hit your head. I was upstairs in our room wrapping your…um, gift, when I heard the crash. I ran downstairs and found you passed out on the floor with a giant lump on the side of your head, and I called your dad. He's a doctor, and he and your brother, Emmett, came over and helped get you upstairs into bed. You were in and out of consciousness, but you were responsive and talking so we thought you would be okay - just a small concussion."

She gasped then and covered her mouth. "Oh, shit. This is my fault. I wasn't supposed to let you fall asleep. Shit, shit, shit. Oh, Edward, I'm sorry. I should call Carlisle."

She is tearing up and I just can't see this perfect creature crying, so I pull her into a hug and shush her. She is my wife after all…apparently…so, why not? She wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her face into my chest, sighing heavily.

"Bella? I have a question. Why am I in these ridiculous pajamas?"

Bella giggled into my chest. "My mother sent them to us – I have the matching pair – and you put them on for me so we could take our picture in them for her before we burned them in the fireplace."

"How did you ever get me to agree to wear them? I may not remember by taste in clothing, but I'm sure this isn't it."

Bella lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me, her eyebrow raised and a small smile curving the corners of her mouth. "You really don't remember?"

I shake my head no.

She runs her finger down the front on my pajama top and then begins to unbutton it. "Well, you were pretty stubborn about it, but I was able to… convince you. Maybe I can show you how, help you to remember." She said before leaning forward and placing open mouth kisses on my chest.

"Bella?" I begin to question, but shut up immediately and curse under my breath when she pulls my nipple between her teeth while simultaneously grabbing my now growing member. She strokes me through my pants a few times then, without warning, drops to her knees in front of me, yanking down my pajama bottoms. Before I can react to what's happening, she grasps my dick in her hand and plunges it into her mouth.

"Jeebus," I call out, instinctively fisting my hands into her hair.

She moans around my cock as she pumps it in and out of her mouth, and I can't fucking believe I don't remember this Goddesses lips around my dick, or in her warm, wet center. I mean, I am her husband, surely we've had sex.

I recall the picture of her naked that I found upstairs, and I suddenly need to be inside of her.

Pulling her up from the floor – reluctantly I might add – I kiss her deeply and fumble with the hem of her shirt. Realizing what I'm doing, she pulls the garment over her head and tosses it for the floor, quickly working the buttons of her jeans before slipping them off too, along with her panties. She was fucking beautiful, better than the picture, and I pull her body to mine, kissing her again while cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.

Bella pulled away, a mischievous smile gracing her face as she backs up to the couch, turning and bending over its arm, shaking her bare ass at me.

Fuck!

I didn't think my dick could get any harder than it was, but I was wrong. The site of her perfect round ass, and her gorgeous wet sex bent over and bare for me almost made me lose my shit right there – no physical stimulation necessary, but I couldn't let that shit go to waste. I needed to be buried in her, and I need it now.

Not needing anymore invitation than her wiggling rear, I step behind her, running the head of my cock over her wet folds before plunging into her, causing her to call out my name. She was so warm and tight, and I had to hold still briefly to prevent any premature ejaculating. As soon as I was sure I had control, I began to move in and out of her. Her body fit with mine like a perfect puzzle piece and every stroke brought erotic sounds of pleasure from both her and me.

I tried to take my time and make it last, but soon I found myself pumping into her furiously. At first I was worried I was being too rough, but I quickly realize that Bella is enjoying herself as much as I me when she yells out, "Yes, Edward. Fuck me harder, baby."

It briefly occurred to me that, since I couldn't remember anything, including sex, this was like losing my virginity, only instead of being a shy, fumbling teen boy, I instinctively knew just what to do.

Soon, Bella's walls squeeze around me and she yells out my name, trembling in her orgasm. I hold off long enough for her to ride out the waves of pleasure before, with a loud groan and one final stroke, I cum. Hard.

We collapse together in a heap onto the couch, and I pull Bella close to me, kissing the back of her head. Unexpected scenes flash through my head like a movie; a package from Bella's mother, Renee; matching pajamas and the ugly gnome thing – it was supposed to be a Santa. Then I remembered Bella begging me to put on the pajamas and put the Santa on top of the tree.

"We argued." I blurt out.

She turned in my arms, "What?"

"I remember. We argued about that stupid gnome. You made me put it on the tree and I didn't want to because it's so ugly. That's why I fell. I was trying to put that thing on the tree for you. You were supposed to be holding the ladder, but you walked away saying you had to do something. The ladder wobbled and I fell, and then the tree fell on top of me." I touched the bump on my head, wincing at the pain. "That fucking gnome hit me in the head! That's what knocked me out!"

Bella shrunk away from me slightly, looking at me apologetically. "Edward, I'm so sorry. I just wanted a picture for my mom with the tree topper. She made it herself, and you know how she is."

Relieved that I had my memory back, I pull Bella close to my body. I can't be mad, not after she just helped jogged my memory with her reminder. Besides, she was too damn cute to pout. "Oh, I guess you're forgiven. But, I have a question."

She snuggled into my chest. "I may have an answer."

"Why was there a naked picture of you in an envelope labeled 'Do not open'?"

Bella gasped and pulled away to look at me. "You opened it?" She hit my chest with her hand, "Damn it, Edward, that was supposed to be your Christmas present. It was supposed to say 'DO NOT OPEN 'TILL CHRISTMAS' but you had to go and fall off the ladder and I didn't get to finish writing it, I guess.

"Hey! I'm sorry, but I woke up in a strange room in ugly pajamas and didn't know my name. I thought I'd been kidnapped and it was a clue."

Bella laughed and shook her head, snuggling back into my chest again, sighing audibly. "Oh, Edward. I swear, only you."

I wrap my arms around her and laugh with her, shaking my head at my luck. Bella is right, who gets knocked out by a Santa gnome, loses their memory, only to regain it during a mind blowing orgasm with a strange woman from a naked picture who turns out to be their wife?

A thought suddenly occurs to me, and I look down at Bella, "Wait a minute! Who took the picture!?"

I hope you enjoyed Day 2's prompt. Please review and let me know your thoughts.